Song For A Friend

By Anonymous, Ely Pasoo, TX

Image Credit: Paulina A., Marblehead, MA

The author's comments:

It was actually a bit longer haha

As you sit there so silent With your slanting burning eyes In a desk made of metal 'Fore a dwarf who never sighs And the crystal lily petal Floats down the Angel Asian sights There's a thundering Sound, And the Circle of Fire surrounds me.

You're floating 'bove the mountains And the Asian cloudy skies Where there sit frail old men with canes And the housemaid that together ties Bamboo to spell the names Of her family who for her cry, For there's a thundering sound, And the Circle of Fire surrounds me.

The city, it is pushing It tries to swallow your home whole Where the flowers they all sing Songs of the Father and his Pole and the broken, bruised wing of the pigeon in his hole As the thunder it sounds and the Circle of Fire surrounds it

No nothings ever clasped you And held you from moving 'round Down the slopes and the chutes with your Phillippino hounds And your parents always knew Of your muffled midnight sounds of the thundering sound And the Circle of Fire around you.

Your home across the ocean From where souls always do ride Is stirred in one quick motion And sends you over to my side It's a solid subtle notion That I will not bother to hide It's a thundering sound, Then a Circle of Fire around me.

The match sticks in your hand And your bamboo hair And your foreign Asian bands And your ancient Asian Airs Throw me to the sand Without hinting me "beware" With a thundering sound and a Circle of fire around me

There's a ticker on the backbone Of the desert where we live From the lands of green wetstone Where one you did live Where the moon once shone On the staff that to your father you did give with a thundering sound and a Circle of Fire around it

Your bones they always tremble At the thought of trees and land And the astral pink Shuttle And the gaining of the land So I'll leave all you need here In the palm of your soft hand It's a thundering sound and a Circle of Fire around you.

The Countess took you in Just to see a show To see you juggle an old pin and see how far you would You can never ever win So I'll tell you you must go With a thundering sound and a Circle of Fire around you.

Your face is always well knit For the belly of the Tyrant That never really did exist And for the Library of the pedant That's never very well lit and says what you can and what you cant It's a thundering sound But you're a Circle of Fire around me.

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